CHAPTER 8: LIZ
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Liz parked her car in the lot outside La Petite Mort Club as a group of four people walked toward the building. She wasn’t ugly but those people were movie-star beautiful and lord, they were so young. She couldn’t compete with them. She’d had three children. It showed.
She started the car and then turned it off. Damnit, Craig wasn’t young either. A couple got out of their car. They were about her age, well dressed and attractive, but she could compete with people like them. Sure her body wasn’t the tight, firm one of her younger years, but she still looked good. She had a slight curve to her stomach—something she couldn’t get rid of no matter how much she exercised—and her breasts weren’t exactly perky any more, but the push-up bra helped.
She glanced down and
